Open Poetry #17 |
Black Hair |
Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
The coal black hair doesn’t care, It’s searching, The cold night air doesn’t scare; Winter winds can’t chill skin, It’s prowling, Shadow’s sins It’ll hide in Darkness deeply covers moves, It’s roaming, Broken bottles razor grooves Sliding silent closes ground, It’s hunting The coal black hair makes no sound. It’s killing. Gloom this is about a cat one of the great hunters in my neighborhood [This message has been edited by Professor Gloom (edited 11-27-2001).] |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
broke my heart..."mojo" my black kitty huntress is missing....sigh...may she be yowling at my door t'nite. Smile. |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
and mine is just so lazy...*s..did you ever get to see her, can't remember. M "For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. |
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